After traveling to the Qin Dynasty, Lin Fan discovered that this was not a prosperous age of cultivating immortals at all, but a carefully arranged flesh and blood breeding farm.
The so-called cultivation of immortality is nothing more than a perverted path of sucking the blood of mortals. The higher the realm, the deeper the alienation. Those "ascended ones" who have attracted much attention are actually top-notch medicines that have been swallowed in one gulp.
What was even more desperate was that his golden finger exploded on the spot as soon as it was activated, leaving only the sword body of immortality.
No skills, no resources, no backing. Lin Fan could only hide his name and work as an inconspicuous tavern waiter in a border town.
While others were cultivating crazily, he silently wiped the tables; while others were vying for fame and wealth, he quietly accumulated sword energy; while others ascended to immortality, he watched with cold eyes, watching them being eaten and wiped clean one by one.
Do gangsters charge protection fees? He handed over the silver with a smile, and then found an opportunity to quietly throw it into ashes. The immortal master comes to choose his disciples? He pretended to be a loser and was defeated, watching those happy teenagers walking towards the slaughterhouse.
